The morning sun hung low between the steel eaves of the skyscrapers, casting long, geometric shadows across the grid of Manhattan.
Liam Thorne had started his day at 6:00 AM, logging an hour on the treadmill at the Park Hyatt gym. After a high-protein breakfast and a shower, he pulled his Volkswagen Arteon out of the valet. He chose the VW today; sometimes, he wanted to move through the city without the gravitational pull of the Rolls-Royce.
Predictably, the Midtown traffic was a nightmare.
“I was once like you, like him, like the wild grass and wildflowers,” Liam hummed along to the radio, feeling a strange kinship with the commuters around him, despite the Centurion card in his pocket.
His phone buzzed. It was Aaron Xie.
"Damn it, Liam!" Aaron’s voice boomed through the car’s Blueto
